I wonder if it's an illusion?

Qin Yaorao felt that his voice was quite gloating.

She guessed something and turned around: "Does that old man have a great weight in the Imperial College?"

The girl turned her head slightly, and her breath squirted between his neck. The King of Han felt that he had planned a plan for the little girl.

If it wasn't for fun, how could he have the chance to be so close to her?

The little girl's breath squirted between his neck was a little itchy. When he smelled the elegant fragrance on her body, he froze for a moment.

"Your grandmother is lucky."

The King of Han's voice was a bit hoarse: "Old Zhao was a great scholar in the world. He was a priest in the Imperial College. Your uncle knocked down the imperial court official."

Imperial College priest?

That great uncle's luck is so good!

Not only him, but Wei Yao's luck was also amazing. The matter was caused by him, and being beaten up by his classmates was the lightest punishment.

Thinking about what is going to happen?

An excitement flashed out from Qin Yaorao's eyes.

Mr. Zhao is a priest of the Imperial College, and is highly respected.

Have you ever been treated so rudely?

Although some students blocked him, he was not beaten and bitten, but just hit him, but he fell to the ground and was extremely angry.

"How dare you attack the imperial officials?"

He was furious: "Catch the ignorant shrew and report to the official!"

The students who followed Mr. Zhao hated the old lady in front of him, but they had always read books on sages, so how could they care about her?

Now that this tangled old woman has hit Master Jijiu, why are they polite?

The skilled students rushed forward and controlled the old lady. Another student took out a broken handkerchief and blocked her yelling mouth.

"This sir, my old lady also came to the Imperial College to find justice for the young master of cousin."

The maid who serves the old lady is a member of the prime minister's family after all, and she is very good at judging the situation.

Then he stepped forward to greet him: "The young master in our mansion was so shocked that he was stunned. The old lady was also angry, so she came to the Imperial College to ask who was the one who was using the evil move?"

Mr. Zhao asked the maid: "Who is your cousin?"

"Wei Yao!"

The maid explained: "He was so shocked that he was so beaten that he was confused, with a bruised nose and a swollen face. My old lady felt sorry for the younger generation, and I hope the adults can forgive him."

Seeing that Lord Zhao was a little looser when he saw the sacrificial priest, Qin Yaorao was anxious and pulled the sleeves of the King of Han.

"Brother Yu, is Mr. Zhao a broad-minded person?"

"No!"

The King of Han knew what she was worried about and joked: "He is very small-minded and loves to care."

That would be great!

Qin Yaorao breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, the next moment, Mr. Zhao stared straight: "Okay, it's Wei Yao's family? No wonder this old lady is so arrogant and rude, no different from a shrew in the market. Only such shrew can teach such a scum with misbehavior."

"On the first day of school, I was inciting my classmates to make trouble with ulterior motives."

Mr. Zhao firmly said: "The notice of Wei Yao's expulsion from the Imperial College will be posted tomorrow. Now I will notify you that Wei Yao has been expelled from the school and will not be used by the Imperial College to enter the school tomorrow!"

What?

This old man is the priest of the Imperial College?

His good grandson finally got into the Imperial College for admission. He waited for the Golden List and had a bright future in the future.

When the old lady who was still struggling by the students was furious, she fell down in anger...
Chapter completed!